Free Absolutely Famous by Heather C. Leigh

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    “Fine . Grab our gear and bring it up,” he barks at Steve. “I’ll see you on set tomorrow Damien.” Damien waves, pretending not to notice the tension between me and Drew.
    Drew turns and grips my arm tightly, hurrying me out of the gym and to the elevators. Pissed off, I grab his hand and pry his fingers loose.
    “What the fuck is your problem?” I whisper angrily. “I didn’t do anything to you, so stop punishing me.” Now I’m the one who’s fuming, and he made me skip my run which I desperately need to stay sane.
    The elevator signals its arrival and when the doors slide open, it’s empty. I stomp in and Drew follows. He stabs the button for our floor and spins around, his arms on the wall on either side of my head, his tape-wrapped hands inches from my face.
    “I don’t know, Sydney. I have all of this …this anger at our situation and I don’t know how to deal with it.” He closes his eyes and I see his jaw clenching. “It’s not that I’m angry with you, I just can’t stomach the thought of something happening to you again. I won’t allow it.” His beautiful mouth just millimeters from mine. “But I can’t stop it either, and it’s fucking killing me!” he says, the cords of muscle in his neck bulging from stress.
    “Your anger is going to affect your performance.”
    “Fuck my performance!” he yells, causing me to cower in the tight space.
    Then, without warning, he roughly grabs my face and pins me to the wall. Pressing his half naked, sweat-covered body against mine, he kisses me with a passion that I haven’t felt from him before, imposing, forceful and very determined.
    “Sydney,” he whispers against my mouth. “I need to have you.”
    I reach around him and grip his hard ass, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his thick erection through his silky gym shorts and I instinctively grind my body against it.
    The elevator doors open and Drew slides his hands under me, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him, never breaking the precious contact between our hungry mouths. Somehow, he gets the keycard out of his pocket and flings the door to the suite open. He carries me in, kicking the door shut behind us.
    Drew doesn’t stop until we’re in the bedroom. He jerks his shorts down around his ankles with one hand and sits on the bed with me still draped around his muscular torso. His need to claim me is out of his control. Settling me on his lap, Drew reaches between us and seizes my thin spandex shorts at the crotch, tearing them apart as if they were made of paper. Roughly yanking aside my thong, he impales me with a single swift movement, not asking but taking.
    “Shit, Syd,” he moans into my mouth.
    It’s so intense I can’t speak, instead stroking his angular face with my hands as our tongues dance.
    He moves his large, taped hands to my waist and begins forcing me up and down on his cock, slamming to the hilt with each powerful downward thrust. He needs this to reassure him that I’m safe with him. To reassure him that we’ll be okay and I’m more than willing to let him get that comfort from me.
    Within minutes I feel the delicious burning beginning deep inside my core and spreading outward. Sensing it, Drew clutches me even more forcefully to his chest, wrapping his arms completely around me as he rocks me aggressively back and forth across his lap.
    He presses his sweaty forehead down to mine, eyes closed in ecstasy and I watch his beautiful face as it contorts with pleasure; his lips swollen from my kisses, cheeks flushed from exertion, his teeth clenched as he concentrates on every feeling of our desperate lovemaking.
    My breathing hitches as the sensations crest, my sex pulsing around him. Drew’s eyes fly open, the green blazing with desire, the brown darker than usual, staring me down as I reach my peak. Fire rushes throughout my body, flowing into him as he pulls me down even harder, groaning in pleasure. He releases